Chapter 13

I wake, pre-dawn, with Beth curled up on my right and Alex on my left. I slip out of bed and go to the naked pool. When I get my own house some day, I'm installing a naked pool. My wife will just have to deal.

Barb greets me at her door, also naked. I kiss her standing there. Anyone walking by might see her. "Some days I have the abiding belief," I tell her, finally closing the door behind us, "that God is good."

"And others?"

"On others, I hope Rev. Handley wrong 'cause if what I'm 'bout ta do uh sin, Ima just have ta go ta Hell."

"What are you about to do."

"Nothin' I haven't done before."

I kiss her again, letting our tongues wrap around each other. She's been drinking orange tea. I try to clean the taste out of her mouth. When I feel her fingers on the waist band of my shorts, I help her push them down and move us a few steps closer to the bed. She surprises me by dropping to her knees. She rubs the rock hard head of my dick against her face before she slowly licks it like an ice cream cone. "Oh, Barb, you are soo good at that." It's the last coherent thought I have. It's as if her tongue knows what nerve ending needs to be touched next and does it. I start drifting between the thought that my knees were going to give out and the idea that my dick might literally explode in her mouth. When her fingers slip gently over my asshole, I clinch, then shiver and let loose, swearing.

I drop to my knees quickly and get my mouth around hers before she could clean all of my jizz away. I do that for her. "You are a dirty little white boy, you know that?"

"You have no idea." I push her gently to the floor and proceed to kiss down her body. I go all the way down and suck her toes into my mouth.

"Is that to prove the point?"

"Partially." I lick the bottom of her foot and she squirms. "But mostly to watch you do that." I do it again. "Oh yeah." I kiss and lick gently back up her legs.

I'm licking the inside of her thigh, with her amazingly strong scent driving me crazy when she asks, "How rough can you get?"

I stop and look at her. "Alex had to see a doctor."

"So?"

I put her leg down. "How rough do you want?"

"I don't know." she looked thoughtful. "I've never tried it."

"I told you, I really don't like it that way. You want to try that, get Alex to do it." I lean in and rub my face in her wet hairy pussy. "I'd rather be tender. Let me shave you. You got uh razor?"

"No. But we can get one. I've never shaved. Not even my legs. Never like the idea."

"I do it. To swim. Supposed ta make you faster."

"Does it work?"

"Likely not, but I do it anyway." I rub my face in her slit again. "Tell me again what the hell yo' husband's problem was?"

"Just didn't like the taste."

"Idiot." Tart, yes, maybe even edging toward unpleasant. Not a valid excuse. I suck the juices there and begin trying to find more. I lose track of time. She cums several times, the last flooding my face and triggering my own orgasm. I lie between her legs panting. "If I told you how much I loved that you would never believe me."

She spins around to lie beside me. "If I told you how much I loved it when you do that, you'd never believe me." She kisses me and makes a face. "I got ta tell you the truth; I'm not fond of the smell myself."

"Love thy self."

"Huh. Maybe not. Shower?"

"Together?" She nods. We squeeze into the tight space and spend as much time laughing as washing. She puts on a sarong dress and we go to breakfast. I have the tantalizing knowledge that she's bare underneath and I don't even pretend to fight the urge to touch her.

"Quit it!" She says about every two minutes on our way to breakfast. Fifty. For a few minutes, she acts fifteen.

Alex and Beth were already there. "You ok?" I ask him.

"Everything was, y'know, normal this morning. He said it wouldn't take long."

"Yeah, well, you just be careful, anyway today. OK?"

"It's cool."

I look at the mound of food in front of him. "All of this?"

"He said soft food was ok. It's all cool."

"When was the last time you hit the gym?"

He shrugs. "I'm on vacation, right? Couple days. Hey, I'm not gettin' soft. It's cool."

"Oh. OK." I go get my own mound of non-training approved foods. We were on vacation, after all.

The four of us play tourist for the day in Hong Kong. Mid way through, I realize how normal we look. No one would ever suspect just how sick and twisted our relationship is. I don't remember much of the city.

"You're quiet." Barb put her arms around my waist. She still felt naked.

"Yo' husband saw you in this an' still divorced you?"

"I never wore anything like this in my life."

"You should take a picture and send it to him. It will kill him."

"Is that what you were thinking about? Ways to make him jealous?"

"No." I slide my hand around her ass and she slaps it. "But I have a camera and some very wicked ideas if you want to."

She laughs briefly then looked serious. "If what I mentioned earlier bothers you, I won't bring it up again."

"If what bothers me?"

"Me," she looked over my shoulder, "and Alex."

I hadn't given that a second thought. "Oh."

"Never mind. It was just a thought."

"He has a rape fetish, you know. That's part uh how we got inta this." I turn her to face me. "Making damn sure that never becomes reality."

"But a fantasy?" she looked at me levelly, "It's actually a more common fantasy than people like to admit. But it's hard to be safe - no one wants a stranger to hurt them but many people want to be taken. It's a hard line to judge."

"Is that what you want?" I ask, only a little afraid of the answer.

"The surprise. The lack of control. The rush of excitement. I think I would enjoy it. I do in my fantasies. I don't know about reality."

Why does everybody bring they sick twisted fucked up sex shit to me, God? Why?

"It's just a fantasy." she says, letting me go. "We all have dark corners in our minds."

"Some darker than others." I put my arm around her and kiss her temple. "I don't think that's uh good idea."

"Yeah, it's not."

We may have seen more of the city; maybe not. My thoughts were tied up with Barb's rape fantasy. Alex could do it; Alex would enjoy doing it. She might never have a safer, more controlled opportunity to do it. Someone she doesn't know well and will never see again. Someone who won't really hurt her. Someone she's not sure won't really hurt her. The whole idea makes my stomach turn. But if that's what she wants...

We were walking around the main deck; I've pretty well ignored everyone all afternoon. I stop walking and hold her arms. "Do you really have a rape fantasy?"